Cross Section

School and Life have been ridiculous of late.  I've been referred to a specialist in Boston, finally, after two years of heartache, and trying to balance trips into the city with school and my three jobs has made for rough times of late.
Today was particularly weird. I had my English midterm, finally, 2/3 of the way through the semester. Immediately following, in my Psychology class, I had to emcee our group presentation.  In between English and Psychology I started to get very anxious... both due to the unavoidable stage fright of standing up in front of 3 dozen people and because I only had an hour-long presentation and a 4-hour shift at the Tutoring Center standing between myself and a weekend of total badassery.

Yes, for the third year running, I am attending PAX East this weekend.

My brother flew in and has a hotel in the city tonight. I should call him, actually, and make sure he ate, come to think of it.
While I was getting jumpy anticipating the convention, my father called to tell me my grandmother fell and broke her hip today.

Talk about roller coasters.

I don't know how or what to feel about Gramma yet.  She's feisty, and I'd hate to lose her. I'd hate to see her in a home, but she's maybe not at a place where she can take care of that huge old house anymore.
I can't do anything about it right now, though, so I'm putting it aside.

When Brian and I finally got home from campus tonight - after I had a mini blood sugar incident and demanded drive through en route, ha - I made up the guest bedroom for my brother, who will be occupying it starting Sunday. Then it was off to pack!
The bag'o'clothes was fairly straightforward. Pants, undergarments, geeky shirts, extra shoes, shower stuff, just-in-case first aid kit.
But maybe more important, and decidedly more fun, to pack was my backpack. The item I'm lugging around a convention for three days.

I somehow managed to get all of my hobbies represented in my backpack.
Both of my knitting projects, a shawl for myself and an as-yet-unclaimed baby sweater. Probably for Sarah's little girl.
My Kindle. Thank goodness for Kindles! I have 50+ books in the space of a notepad.
My camera! The one on my phone isn't enough, I'm packing my expensive Canon.
My geekery. Brian was impressed with what I chose to include: Zombie Dice, Monty Python Fluxx, Phase 10,  a standard set of playing cards, and Bananagrams.
There is one pocket on the side of my bag that contains my compact hair brush, my Gerber in its case, and my pouch of D&D dice. If that isn't me in a nutshell, I don't know what is.
I need to stuff the folding camp stool we bought in there too, and then I'll be good to go.

Once I get home, I should have some breathing space to get started on the fun spring activity of getting utterly covered in potting soil as I start seedlings. No, I don't have anything started yet.

Our record last freeze is JUNE for the love of pete.